He got smacked around after he backed down the fans
Wouldn’t stand and applause he had flaws in his dang rap plan
Now its time for action his rhymes wasn’t satisfaction so back
To the lab for vocab it was like a crab in a barrel he felt whack
Dealt with crack it was the wrong way it’s gonna be a long day
Timberlands lace his feet couldn’t face defeat give up no way
Disgrace to compete and not win, he had to fall far like a stalled
Car he backed up traffic and the facts were graphic he gave his all
Who could he call his hood gonna fall he must represent before
The rent fall due could use the doe yo, he worried heart was tore
On the street his credit card soared and like weak cardboard
He need fat stats and slats to hold up his reputation hope restored
Kid fill with gloom hid in his room in order to cure whackness he
Needs pure practice he called upon a deft spirit to help his lyrics be
Better, he felt trapped and lame went to the rap game to appeal for
Aid started to feel afraid it was a lame act but he came back a star
With a contract at the bar wearing much bling there’s no such thing
As failure in the rap paraphernalia, succeeded he’ll forever cling
To a microphone, now given permission but this living condition
Were bad in the slums sad how some make it others don’t friction
And competition is great